I suppose it depends on how time is pinched in all of this. [she lifts her head, nodding up toward the distant explosion.] Any one of those folds or tears could be touching a different point in time for a different realm. The inciting incident...it may be possible to find, but depending on when this was caught at all, it may already be too late.

[her expression has grown more weary, despite the lingering sharpness in her eyes. this is her wheelhouse, and whether she conceals it or not, it shows.]

That's the problem. The speculation, the volume of possibilities. Nothing to dam a flood of what-ifs and how-tos.